The Writer's Nook http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/forums/15 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Sat, 29 Mar 2003 11:15:44 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 Yuku http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/forums/15 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ <![CDATA[ My story ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1806/t/My-story.html
This was the first draft only, definitely NOT the final.

Chapter 1


Cool was the autumn breeze on that September night. The last light of the sky was almost now completely dark and the stars were unhidden one by one in twilight’s receding. The moon cast a radiant glow... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dixie hunnie buns) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1806 Sat, 29 Mar 2003 11:15:44 GMT <![CDATA[ Inferno-16 ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1807/t/Inferno-16.html
A spaceship approached the platform, and three huge mechanical legs emerged from the hull. As it set down, a metal tube extended from the docking area, and locked on to the spaceship’s airlock. Two people walked up the tube. One coming from the spaceship and one coming from the docking area. “I take it that you have the cargo?” the man said who was coming from the building and was dressed in a smudgy white lab coat. “Yes, they’re all here. Seventeen security droids, just new... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (super Spectre) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1807 Thu, 27 Feb 2003 11:36:58 GMT <![CDATA[ Alrighty, here a little thing i wrote ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1809/t/Alrighty-here-a-little-thing-i-wrote.html

It’s like a death of a friend
But you’re still here
Living and breathing
Feel like I’m bleeding

Heart cut open
Feelings ripped clean
Gears stripped of teeth
No power in the machine

We’re all still kids
Forced to grow up to fast
Then we grow old
Youth long surpassed

Look back at our lives
Time wasted when good
Life’s short and useless
Meaning misunderstood

I want to look... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Prof Jimbeany) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1809 Wed, 31 Jul 2002 09:19:05 GMT <![CDATA[ Cereal Breath ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1810/t/Cereal-Breath.html Cereal Breath



"Cereal breath," they used to giggle, opening their mouths to show each other the ground-up mushy Cheerios on each other's tongues. It was their favorite morning game before they had to go to the bus stop.

"Gross!" they'd screech and then laugh hysterically.

Once, he... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MaadScientist) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1810 Mon, 29 Jul 2002 21:04:46 GMT <![CDATA[ Under Construction? ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1811/t/Under-Construction-.html feeds@yuku.com (gbcolor) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1811 Thu, 25 Jul 2002 05:17:57 GMT <![CDATA[ The Road to Teracor ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1813/t/The-Road-to-Teracor.html
The Road to Teracor

By Emily M. Hanson

Prologue

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The topaz sun passed through a layer of wispy amethyst clouds and hovered for a few minutes in the sliver of sky between the two cloud layers before slipping into the bottom pocket. Like a great banner unfurling, darkness... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1813 Mon, 10 Jun 2002 18:03:16 GMT <![CDATA[ The White Eagle ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1814/t/The-White-Eagle.html
By Emily M. Hanson

Author's Note: This is an original story. The characters are mine. Please don't borrow them without my permission. Please don't publish this story or parts of it elsewhere without my consent. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I tried to get this one published online on a semi-pro sci-fi site, but they wouldn't publish it just because the main character is a kid. I've done some research and the word... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1814 Sat, 08 Jun 2002 08:21:58 GMT <![CDATA[ And another character description ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1816/t/And-another-character-description.html These are original characters from a fantasy story, which has not been completed for the longest time because I have writer's block.

The topaz sun passed through a layer of wispy amethyst clouds and hovered for a few minutes in the sliver of sky between the two cloud layers before slipping into the bottom pocket. Like a great banner unfurling, darkness spread across the sky. One by one, twinkling stars appeared like curious children poking their heads through mysterious windows... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1816 Tue, 04 Jun 2002 18:04:06 GMT <![CDATA[ Character description exercise ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1815/t/Character-description-exercise.html This is a brief excerpt from a Forever Knight fic of mine, actually in the end of part 1. The story is "Scent of Darkness" and it's part of a series. It's also an AU fic, as most of mine tend to be. I don't like to be defined by canon and I love to experiment.

I should add that Xing Long is an original character. Xing means "bright star" and Long means "dragon" in Chinese (well, at least, one of the variations of it does). I took Mandarin for a couple of years in college and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1815 Tue, 04 Jun 2002 17:58:21 GMT <![CDATA[ Memory Soup (excerpt) ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1818/t/Memory-Soup-excerpt-.html
Memory Soup

By Emily M. Hanson

Part 1

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Kilroy's eyes narrowed as he checked the coordinates displayed in glowing emerald characters on his monitor: Quadrant 28, Sector 11Z. The information did not ring any bells. He frowned, checked his navigational log, and frowned again. Despite the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1818 Mon, 03 Jun 2002 19:15:31 GMT <![CDATA[ Hello ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1817/t/Hello.html ]]> feeds@yuku.com (emilymhanson) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1817 Sat, 01 Jun 2002 16:34:03 GMT <![CDATA[ Lemon ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1819/t/Lemon.html Lemon



Lemon.

Lemon carved caverns in the fleshy pink parts of my mouth, seeking open sores where it could twist and play, making me wonder what it is I like about citrus fruits.

She...had lemony eyes, which sounds odd, but think on it, really think, thought I.

Their flavor drew me in until I was... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cftnu) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1819 Sat, 11 May 2002 01:33:17 GMT <![CDATA[ Perfect Cane ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1821/t/Perfect-Cane.html
How to Fashion the Most Perfect Cane
the World Will Ever Know

Step 1 - Hire a young simple-minded assistant and name him Horatio. Don't tell him why, just keep calling him Horatio and slap him with a stick everytime he attempts to correct you. Eventually he will submit.

Step 2 - After a hearty breakfast, inform Horatio that it is time for him to venture into town and gather supplies. Provide him with a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (CORONA RHYME) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1821 Sat, 27 Apr 2002 15:07:51 GMT <![CDATA[ New writer's forum!! ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1820/t/New-writer-s-forum-.html feeds@yuku.com (sqwark) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1820 Wed, 17 Apr 2002 18:08:44 GMT <![CDATA[ As I sit here... ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1808/t/As-I-sit-here-.html I wonder about this and
I wonder about that
I wonder about all the good times I thought I had and
I wonder about all the good times I never had
I wonder if my son will grow up to be like me?
I wonder if my son will hate being like me?
I wonder about people in other countries starving as I type
and feel a little guilty because I am glad I am not one of them
I wonder about whether or not I will become all that I dreamed of when I... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Webhead72) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1808 Fri, 22 Feb 2002 00:12:49 GMT <![CDATA[ The Wanderer ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1812/t/The-Wanderer.html feeds@yuku.com (Susan Tang) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1812 Wed, 20 Feb 2002 17:28:06 GMT <![CDATA[ In honor of Valentine's Day... ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1822/t/In-honor-of-Valentine-s-Day-.html
Love is in the air...
feeds@yuku.com (BuzzLY) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1822 Thu, 14 Feb 2002 07:23:40 GMT <![CDATA[ Character development exercise entry ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1825/t/Character-development-exercise-entry.html :)

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"Well, Francis?" Ms. Channing looked over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses and watched him expectantly. "Are you going to make us wait all day?"

The class tittered. He heard someone whisper his name:... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (BuzzLY) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1825 Sun, 10 Feb 2002 11:57:56 GMT <![CDATA[ My Exercise. ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1824/t/My-Exercise-.html A Past Lifetime Ago

She hates this. She hates waiting. Not being able to do anything. They're all out there while she's in here. In the Clocktower... Waiting. For news. Any news at all. The comlinks are all down. Usually she wouldn't feel this defenseless... Usually she wouldn't feel so frustrated but not today. Today, she feels hopeless. Babs can only wait now til Dick or Bruce comes back with news...

She slowly takes off her glasses and leans... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Celia Hakusho) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1824 Sun, 10 Feb 2002 01:15:13 GMT <![CDATA[ My entry for the writing exercise ]]> http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1823/t/My-entry-for-the-writing-exercise.html Down With the Queen

The way she prowls the floor, like she owns the place. The way she tosses her long., black hair back with her hand. Her full, supple lips. Those dissaproving green eyes that always seem to be saying "your nothing." How she just looks at you and makes you feel like your nothing more than speck. A teeny, tiny little speck that she can just blow away like it was nothing. You'll get no sympathy from her. Not even pity. All she cares about is... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Susan Tang) http://thedailybugle79206.yuku.com/topic/1823 Sat, 09 Feb 2002 23:04:25 GMT